My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 56 - 43 Beg Me

The elderly village chief’s eyes widened abruptly. He dropped to his knees before the bloodstained idol with a swift motion.

"Brilliant and valiant Anxi General! Brilliant and valiant Anxi General, spare me! I acted foolishly, blinded by greed, forgetting the General’s kindness!"

While speaking, the village chief slapped himself hard across the face with loud smacks. His old face quickly turned red from the force.

Cursing himself and striking his own face, he beat himself so savagely that his head became bloodied. Such a bizarre scene left even the Taoists from the Upper Clarity sect startled.

Chilling air seeped out from the ancestral hall.

The villagers gathered outside the hall had, at some indiscernible moment, scattered in panic, leaving fallen leaves littering the ground.

Chen Yi turned his head and noticed that the surrounding walls had darkened. The peeling paint flaked off more, and the black stains deepened.

The Taoists gripped their Peach Wood Swords or Money Swords tightly, their eyes fixed warily on the idol.

Gradually, the village chief stopped slapping himself. Silence fell, and in that brief instant, nothing seemed to happen.

Crack...

It sounded like something being squeezed tight.

Chen Yi spun around abruptly.

He saw that the village chief’s neck was being throttled by two aged hands. His eyes rolled back, struggling to breathe. The hands only tightened their grip—more chilling yet, the hands choking him were his own!

A young Taoist dashed forward, attempting to pry the village chief’s hands apart. However, those hands were as solid as stone. Instead of loosening, they gripped even tighter.

Crack!

With a crisp snapping sound.

Black blood gushed from the village chief’s throat, splattering the young Taoist. The latter stumbled back in panic only to witness the village chief’s neck being gruesomely broken by his own hands!

The Taoists froze in horror at the sight. Turning toward the hall’s entrance, they noticed that the previously cloudless daylight sky had abruptly darkened with heavy clouds, obscuring the sun.

"The Ghost General’s ghost domain!"

Daoist Xianzhen shouted loudly.

He immediately raised the Burning Lamp Talisman in his hand; the talisman self-ignited and blazed fiercely.

The Upper Clarity Taoists exchanged glances, hurriedly forming spells and raising their Exorcism Talismans. Yin Weiyin, aside from lifting his talisman, pulled a small paper doll the size of a palm from his robes.

Min Ning’s face was tense as she unsheathed her blade. She glanced at Chen Yi nearby, noticing his relaxed posture as he leaned against a pillar, his arms crossed, his gaze lazily directed outside the door.

Suddenly, spectral entities appeared—three ghosts advancing with lanterns in hand!

As the three ghosts stood by the doorway, Daoist Xianzhen’s face contorted in shock. He quickly formed a spell and recited: "Heaven and Earth, the mysterious school, the origin of all energy. Cultivate through calamities, affirm my divine power... Manifest golden light swiftly, shield my body."

The Taoists paled at the ominous scene; as young disciples of Upper Clarity, few had encountered horrors like this.

The three ghosts cackled eerily. The first ghost, a spectral creature tied to mountains and swamps, resembling a hornless yellow dragon, boasted a hulking form that almost filled half the doorframe. The floor cracked under its bulk as it crouched, its stone-like body springing forward like an arrow.

Daoist Xianzhen rapidly chanted the Five Thunder Spell, beginning with the words "Electric Mother and Thunder Lord." Golden light sparked at his fingertips, and at the command "Order!" the golden light, as if endowed with royal decree, burst forth as an arm-thick bolt of mystic thunder.

In Taoist thunder magic, the darker the entity’s sins and the stronger its resentment, the more potent the effects.

The ghost slammed into the mystic thunder, losing half its body to the blast, with one leg completely severed. It seemed indifferent to pain, pausing briefly before hurtling toward Daoist Xianzhen on its remaining three legs.

Min Ning stepped forward decisively, slicing with a fierce gale-like motion. Sparks flew as her blade clashed against the ghost’s hardened body. The ghost faltered momentarily, during which Daoist Xianzhen summoned another mystic thunder bolt, obliterating another leg. The ghost shrieked in agony.

Several nearby Taoists reacted quickly, slashing at the ghost’s limbs with their swords.

Among them, the young Taoists who were about to join the fray were halted by Daoist Xianzhen’s horsetail whisk. Looking up, they saw the remaining two ghosts lingering just outside the doorway, grinning morbidly.

"The three ghosts originate from a fractured soul—slaying one merely grants temporary respite," Yin Weiyin deduced skillfully, cautioning,

"Unless all three are eradicated simultaneously, the defeated one will eventually return."

With Yin Weiyin’s words hanging in the air, a final mystic thunder bolt struck, leaving the mountain ghost lifeless, sprawled in deathly silence. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The two remaining ghosts outside the hall held their ground. The elegant ghost slightly raised its hand, and the mountain ghost dissolved into black mist, swiftly retreating through the doorway. Daoist Xianzhen moved swiftly, stabbing into the mist with his Peach Wood Sword. Chanting a spell aloud, he manipulated the sword’s tip to rotate and churn the mist. Daoist Xianzhen raised his hand to catch a talisman on the table, pressing his palm into the mist. The talisman shimmered faintly, absorbing the mist entirely.

The elegant ghost roared in fury, lunging alone into the hall. The Taoists scrambled to swing their swords at the ghost. It shrieked piercingly, claws reaching toward Daoist Xianzhen’s chest.

Daoist Xianzhen, prepared in advance, activated the Exorcism Talisman immediately, unleashing dazzling light. Though the graceful ghost broke through the light, its movement briefly slowed. Residual malicious energy pierced into Daoist Xianzhen’s chest.

In that instant, all the talismans glowed. The elegant ghost screamed in terror, its body freezing in place. Daoist Xianzhen, temporarily immobilized from the malicious energy, shouted:

"Kill the ghost!"

The Taoists snapped out of their daze, attacking with their blades and swords. The elegant ghost vanished entirely.

Yin Weiyin surveyed the courtyard but saw no trace of the water ghost, the entity Wanyao.

Seeing no demons lurking outside, everyone heaved a slight sigh of relief. Daoist Xianzhen sat in meditation where he stood, instructing:

"There’s still one ghost hiding. Once I purge the residual energy, I shall..."